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The Lost World: Jurassic Park

With Jurassic World stampeding the box office, let’s look back at The Lost World: Jurassic Park – the 1997 sequel to Steven Spielberg’s Jurassic classic.

In Jurassic Park 2, Vince Vaughn pretends to be an environmentalist, sent to another island where the dinosaurs have developed their own ecosystem. Oh yeah, there’s another dinosaur island. Vaughn is joined by the late Pete Postlethwaite, the great Julianne Moore and serial scientist Jeff Goldblum, who in the original movie famously said: “They were so preoccupied with whether or not they could that they didn’t stop to think if they should.” Apparently no one stopped to think if they should be involved with this lazy cash-in, which is surely Spielberg’s worst movie – and yes that includes Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

Nothing happens for vast stretches of the film, until the end when – spoiler alert – they’re defeated by a child doing gymnastics. At least we now know what made them extinct. And you’ll wish you were extinct too, rather than watching this steaming pile of dino dung. The characters, such as they are, belong in the belly of a T-Rex; the T stands for tedium. It’s a pointlessaurus of a movie, with less brains than a dinosaur; the premise is contrived, the CGI inferior and the action weightless – both visually and emotionally. There’s none of the suspense of the first film or the fun of the last, hardly helped by murky photography and constant rain – you’re not Blade Runner; you’re not even Road Runner. You’re The Lost World, and lost you must remain.